There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

“What did he say?”
I take her hand. “Come on. Let’s get a drink, and I’ll tell you.”
We leave the building, after a quick glance down the sidewalk to be sure
Hawks isn’t still lurking around.
I take Mara to a dingy little pub that serves home-brewed cider, her favorite.
We sit across from each other in a dark and quiet corner, the oak tabletop
already sticky long before Mara spills a little cider on it.
Briefly, I recap the conversation between me and the detective. I tell her
everything, even the part about Danvers.
“Is Hawks right?” Mara whispers.
“Yes,” I admit. “I killed him.”
Mara’s breath catches on the inhale, then releases in a shaky waver.
“Can he prove it?”
“Probably not.”
The only evidence is enclosed inside Fragile Ego. It was insane for me to sell
it. In that moment, my own ego had swelled past all reason.
No one knows about the bones, except Shaw.
Yet another reason he needs to die.
“The cop’s a crusader,” I say to Mara. “He’s not going to drop it.”
Mara looks up at me from under the fan of her dark lashes.
“Will you kill him, too?” she asks quietly.
“I’d prefer not to.”
Hawks is doing his job, and he’s not that bad at it. Nobody else noticed
Danvers.
When the fuck did I make this rule for myself, not to murder people I
respect? It’s inconvenient.